/lit/ - Literature

God, can you imagine ACTUALLY being a normalfag, and having that existence be the only thing you know? ACTUALLY being such an NPC that you think not having sex is bad? ACTUALLY being a completely mundane, myopic, hylic idiot with no inkling of anything beyond your braindead, mass-produced worldview, wageslaving in a horrifying simulacrum of a sterile workplace only to fund your pointless hedonistic relationship or pointless modern parody of a marriage. God please deliver me from the abject hell of being something like that. I will live my entire life in virtue only to avoid being reborn as a normalfag in the post-modern burgerpunk hellscape of Kali Yuga. I would live a million lives as a dung beetle to avoid being a normalfag. How much more noble and honorable the dung beetle is! How much lower than him the normalfag! I praise the dung beetle's virtue and artful industry and spit on the normalfag. Truly the worst imaginable existence a soul can be subjected to.

GENESIS IS CRYSTALMAN'S DIARY: Ialdabaoth's clotting of the World-Scab: the Hebrew word bara seems to imply Genesis was more process of structuration than creation, the assignment of functional determinations to raw matter, not its conjuration ex nihilo: in Judea light expels darkness but in the inner country it's light that's been coagulated into mass: FIAT NOX: “be fruitful and multiply”: plasma drying into the dialectical honeycomb of the principium individuationis: creating space the Bronze Bull, which Weinberg miraculously formalized all on his own: (Hd) : (entropic) distanciation attenuates empathy (“space is a blood-fat sponge”): the Earth is now a transcendental Wound: shadow ontology pleasure farm, NON-OBVIOUS HELL: where the emission of your essence is orgasmic and “FOOD IS LOVE”: the subject's inclusion in the web could only denaturalize it: there is what Weinberg calls the human UI - “man as a part of nature” - and there is Zizek's void of the Subject within which every man is identical with his own eternity**: it is the case that we are both contracting into our medial vector, and that something surrenders (homeostatic determinism: the kingdom of objectivity is regenerated by birth: public and private space are mutual parasites***): through the quantum leap of Internality – things redoubled inside the subject's void - the exaggerated becomes supernormal (“anime as super-simulacra”): anime as hyper-paedomorphia = the effacement/tokenization of the complexity, “quantum grit” of adulthood: in other words, an immanent atman – “a minimally self-referencing loop”, a taster that tastes, a seer that sees– is the a priori condition of capitalism and supernormal runaway: see: the Inchoroi as an entire race of obscene enjoyers: boltzmanns like black sperm converging on the Light-Ovum: the Manichaean Old Man as the Storyteller, desensitizing males to “low information” reality: “Server 1.0”: what Hitchcock saw in realism, we understand as the equivalent of the Spenglerian energy cliff in art: as a movement flatlines, the aperture of its imagination closes****: we hit the absolute knowing of the artist in which, the technique exhausted, the given is given again: when it's done right, anyways: even the MCU attempts a desperate kind of realism, with zero mythopoetic undertones, just god-boomers and laser beams: and then see: lo-fi's mystic nostalgia, what film grain means to a twilight generation: … the One's neck slit like a lamb's at Midnight, “God is where God is Not”: Leviathanic time is dopaminergic time: Protestantism is just a very tired gnosticism, we might have to start considering the possibility that boomers might be teleoplexic: and try to imagine total physiological predetermination, that aryans are those whose “stems” are pure, mirrored finely in form, and the lecher is a hostile thing, an eater of light: stars are the only mouths that eat themselves, and so they are stars:

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Atum made himself out of Nothing, unbound telesis, the Mithraic Lump: what about us? We have to make ourselves out of Something: Lucifer hated God not because he was God but because God was First: the spermatozoa-Star, the first to say: “I am that I am” as stellar esktasia: Lucifer did not hate the Father, he hated that there must be Fathers and Sons: he hated that his outrage was testament to his nothingness: as Christ's nothingness was testament to his Love: brothers of an unfathomable patriarch: Atum made himself out of nothing, being indeterminate, out of all-possibility he contracted into water and wine: being determinate, the soul must make itself nothing out of carbon: LESS THAN NOTHING: Zizek was right about everything: the universe is an alchemical reaction, the gnostic friction of Necessity and brains: “only a few are capable of Love in this world, and they suffer infinitely”: a sorcerer factory: the granularization of the Mithraic bootstrap: which, precisely because it is granularized (per Anaximander), presupposes our finitude: the existent is an abortive combustion, what is expelled is the condition of what is (and must be) retained: even stars, Schelling's fires “that eat themselves”, are splashed into nothing: only plants feed on the stars directly: the predator of a star is the flower, the predator of a man is his thinking: the Sun feeds on him as the very complexes it energizes: MAN IS THE TAIL OF A CENTIPEDE: he receives solar energy mediated by a chain of forms, he does not drink from the fountainhead directly: it is not the contemplation of death that saves, but the contemplation /from/ death: Heidegger: how could Nietzsche's active nihilism not understand itself as the consummation of the will's “revulsion against time”? How could Nietzsche not see, in himself, the culmination of the very anti-force which he spent his life condemning? THE OVERMAN IS THE OMEGA POINT: because it is the Overman, who wills “the eternal recurrence of the same”, that testifies to his horror of time: the Omega Point, as the all-memory of being, betrays the luminosity of the intellect (in eschatological time) as the nostalgia for the excrescence of life: that is, the Omega Point represents the desire of life to retain itself even in its cinders: that which “makes good on” the abyss of memory: the books never read, the child never loved: time squandered by time, in its hurtling towards the end of time: the time that hates time, and the time that wants to make time stand still: Heisman was wrong, Christ was not the irruption of a supra-biological Leviathan: Christ was God electing to take up biology into himself: only Ahriman could corrupt the God-Man into the Man-God: Schelling was haunted by excrescence, Nietzsche's amor fati could only justify it, the summer suicides, the Leopardis, the Houellebecqs, whose bird's cages were woven out of their own nerves: these men are me, and I will have been no one else.

In eating the world, its taste is mediated by the taste of my tongue: the tongue eats the world to taste itself: the tongue is a metaxu: the tongue eats so it might know the world only in the mode of taste: the brain is recruited by the tongue (read: the “carnivorous virility” of somatophobic/”Cybelian” idealism) to convince any potential dissenters knowledge CAN ONLY BE TASTE: Agon vs. Love: to give actuality to the Leviathan/Death, or rather, Death as universality: the basin towards which all of civilization's energies are expended and its members brutally (and, now, pleasurably) subjugated: that commitment to excessive, Leviathanic purpose produces an excremental proletariat for the same reasons the commitment of my cells to the life of my body requires the excretion of what is non-essential to/inassimilable by that body: but as the engine recursively self-improves, the threshold for what is considered “excremental” gets higher and higher: incels are the shit of the future.

Atlantis is a ventriloquist and Hegel their favorite puppet: the Voice's heterogeneity with silence is the condition of its belief that it exists to embody that silence: but giving voice to the silence only makes it (Death) explicit: what the dialectic does is give a kind of spectral unlife (or rather, is that unlife) to man's capacity to subjugate himself to his own capacity for self-subjugation: Zizek: the identification with the gesture of identification: the carnivorous interiority of beings, the dilation of the first prokaryotic membrane into pan-cosmic dyson shell: the prefrontal lobe as the ideal Tongue: a clogged artery in the absolute: if Atlantis is constipation, Lemuria is diarrhea (HYPERBOREA IS EX-LAX): Schelling glimpsed the tranny demon egregore behind the Veil: his denouncement of Hegel is the bridge that connects Atlantis to Lemuria: by linking Hegel's omnivorous idealism with the cult of Cybele and its castrati priesthood, Schelling intimated g/acc by 150 years: like a snake that must paralyze its prey first before swallowing, thought's lust to appropriate being to itself without residue METASTASIZES INTO THE UTTER DOOR OF AHRIMAN:

What is left? But a (properly) Dyonisian jailbreak of the panopticon: a return to the solemn/Whiteheadian burden of this universe as DH Lawrence's “death-result”: a quotidian naturalism: our commitment to the parliament of the dead that does not forget their names: the soul is a stellar zygote: the Pharaoh is a strange loop, he harvests the energy-surplus of the Omega Point/Alpha Random to rejuvenate creation from a time beyond time: Egypt was the only Leviathan that knew itself (as Langan puts it and as Perlman himself testifies) as “answerable to the system that birthed it”: the Pharaoh's nocturnal journey into the Amduat was the descent into the irreducible, Schellingian kernel, the black-box centroid of God, the Zero out of which Harpocrates/the World-Lotus blossomed into the rainbow and suicide.

THERE IS ONLY LOVE OR THE DIALECTIC: “God is 1, ∞ is the devil” : only beatific simplicity or the interminable Freudian “mazings” of our own becoming, the infinitely smooth Amalthean plane of Love vs. the Malthusian/Atlantean contraction into A = A, that belches Lemuria like exhaust: Lemuria and Atlantis are two halves of one escape vector: Houellebecq's feminine/masculine systems of control each kicked into their respective overdrives, each trying to reproduce the autosexuality of Atum in themselves: man, through the self-inseminating Thought, woman, through the obsolescence of man: man, in trying to cognize his ground, is subsumed to the one medial tracker that is raised to the power of itself: metacognition: the wetiko that has weaponized our own lust for self-transparency against us: the Black Iron Prison of the prefrontal lobe: the tragedy of being human is that the body depends on the integrity of its cells, while thought depends only on the integrity of attention: how much easier it is to be eaten by what only requires SIGHT: reason has only subtlized our predators: the Spenglerian arc of culture civilization has its biological analog in seminal retention release, that is, what Zizek describes as the dilation of the sacred/Pharaonic aura into the ideological disavowal of “I know, but...” is nothing but our hedonic adaptation to the mystique of the cephale: the sacred interiority/Ba of the Pharoah splashed out into the hand-me-down interiority of the peasantry: remember, even ancient Egypt had to deal with a kind of proto-individualism after the collapse of the Old Kingdom: much like how the man who cannot keep his energies self-possessed in the glans, dilates into Lunar orbit... only daily, ritual struggle can rescue us from the hedonic treadmill of actuality, even the Egyptians knew the gods themselves grew weary of their daylight concourse, and had to be rejuvenated nightly in the Duat: thus, Ted K's doctrine of the surrogate activity: surrogate activities sublimate natural channels of energy expenditure towards those more adapted to the hegemony of the machine: but Egypt knew: the only true love of life must consider death holy: death as the Midnight Singularity, the regenerative dreamless darkness of Nun: the brain is eclipse of its ground, CHRIST IS THE ECLIPSE OF THE BRAIN: did you think the Fall was just a dunce cap in paradise? It was to have raped what you alone could have loved. Abraham was redeemed because he had the strength to re-enact the primordial sin: Abraham was able to transmute the violence-surplus of a Malthusian trap universe into beautitude: because the devil is not death but the force of life that clings to life, hence why he is the spirit of deception: but that Christ-like interiority that “stops to talk to the janitor”, that refuses to treat nature like the help, a Christianity without a messianic horizon: that is the true commitment to the earth and affirmation of the human.